“Careful!”
“Sorry! God, sorry,” he muttered, barely moving his mouth from my lips.
I was slipping and sliding all over the place: suddenly shower sex didn’t seem like such a good idea.
I left the hot water running and pulled him after me. He looked confused as I leaned over the sink and grasped the rim with both hands.
“From behind,” I whispered.
I heard the breath hitch in his throat then a second later his hands were gripping my hips. When he entered me it felt amazingly deep. Truthfully, I’d never felt anything like it before.
“Oh fuck!” he hissed.
I glanced up into the mirror: his eyes were wide with wonder and his lips were parted. Our eyes met – and locked on each other’s.
I clenched around him and watched his face as he cursed again.
He rotated his hips slowly and this time I was the one who cried out.
“Hand!”
“What?” he grit out between his teeth.
“Give me your hand!” I half-gasped, half-yelled at him.
He leaned onto me, his weight pressing me into the cold, hard porcelain, and I groaned but he gave me his hand. I pushed it between my legs and against my clitoris. He caught on fast: the thought crossed my mind that he must have got good grades in school. My orgasm began to gather and I felt the delicious trembling inside.
I knew Sebastian felt it, too, because he swore again and started moving faster, his hand in rhythm with his thrusts.
I screamed out his name. The sheer relief of being able to be as loud as I wanted, to show vocally how much he was pleasing me: it felt fantastic.
He kept moving, his hips grinding into me. I could barely stand, my thighs were shaking with the effort of staying upright.
What? No? Surely not! I couldn’t believe it! My eyes opened wide as a second orgasm began to build. I was shocked to my core – I didn’t even know I could have two orgasms so close together. And then I lost all train of thought as my body became nothing but sensation.
I was vaguely aware that Sebastian had stopped moving and that we were both lying on the floor, gasping.
It was desperately uncomfortable on the hard surface but I felt too weak to move. A giggle escaped me: I was, quite literally, well fucked. That expression would never again have the same resonance for me now I’d actually experienced it.
I started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
But I couldn’t reply, I was laughing so hard. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, vaguely aware that there was blood on the bathroom floor.
“What are you laughing at?” said Sebastian, sounding aggrieved.
I crawled into the shower, slightly hysterical.
“What?!” he said, starting to laugh despite himself.
“I. Am. So. Thoroughly. Well. Fucked!” I finally managed to spit out.
Sebastian was laughing, too, as he came and joined me in the shower.
We sat in the shower tray and I leaned back between his legs, letting the hot water soothe and restore us.
Eventually I managed to stop laughing but I felt too weak to stand.
“That was amazing,” Sebastian whispered into my hair.
He sounded slightly awestruck.
“It certainly was. But I can’t stand – you’ll have to help me up!”
Sebastian laughed and stood up easily, pulling me up by my hands.
I managed to turn off the shower as I staggered out. I grabbed a clean towel and tossed one to him. I made a few quick passes with the towel and, still half-soaked, collapsed face down on the bed.
“Hey,” said Sebastian, following me into the bedroom. “You’re all wet.”
Gently, lovingly, he dried me with the towel, doing his best to get the moisture out of my hair as well.
“I’m so tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open,” I mumbled.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he said softly.
I rolled onto my side and felt Sebastian’s warm, slightly damp body curl up behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I was asleep in seconds.
Chapter 11